Porchlight Disco

(oooh yeah) The neighbor turns the volume

way past polite

Porch light flickering

into the night In an empty stadium under the cold floodlight

We dance on the concrete till the morning is bright

An unpaid tab still on the screen But we're living inside of

a perfect scene Turn it up,

turn it up, let the fever grow (let it grow!) Under the

floodlights we steal the show

Empty seats

staring back at our groove

No tickets sold but we've got nothing to prove That glowing porch

bulb is our guiding star

We don't need a crowd to know who we are

Turn it up past polite! (ooh-ah!)

An unpaid tab...

Under the floodlights... (yeah,

keep it spinning)